Page 3 of Rough Ride with the Grumpy Cowboy
“But I want this. I want you. Feel,” I moan, taking his hand and directing it to the juncture between my legs.
I didn’t put on any panties—not because I was waiting for something to happen, but I needed to feel free after all the constricting clothes I wore all night.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he cusses as he runs his finger over my slit, making me mewl in pleasure.
It feels so good that I can’t help but close my eyes and bask in the feeling. His thumb pressed against my clit, and all that leaves my lips is a strangled sound.
“You are perfect. I can’t fuck you, but I can make you come,” he says, his voice husky as he starts rubbing my clit furiously, turning me into a blubbering, moaning mess.
“Zane, please,” I beg, unaware of what I’m asking for.
“My name sounds so sexy coming from your lips,” he groans.
I spread my legs wider, letting him do as he pleases. He captures my lips in a deep kiss, stealing my breath before trailing his mouth down to my neck. He sucks on it while rubbing my clit at the same time. He adds teeth, and I realize that he’s leaving a hickey. I don’t stop him but instead give in to the feeling.
After a while, he pulls back to admire his handiwork, a smile gracing his lips, proud of what he’s done. He resumes the trail from my neck to my chest and lower until he reaches my breasts. He doesn’t hesitate, wrapping his lips around my nipple andteasing it with gentle bites over my flimsy top. I want to take it off and feel his lips on my bare skin, but I’m too far gone to bother.
My moans get louder and harsher as I feel my orgasm getting closer and closer. My whole body is overcome with pleasure, and Zane can tell I’m close.
“Come for me,” he grits out his command, and I can feel his eyes on me even if my own are closed.
He increases his pace to just the right tempo and tugs at my nipple with his teeth. I come apart in one long spurt, screaming his name as I hold his hand down to stop him from rubbing me any further. My whole body is trembling as I gasp for air, my pussy still clenched around his fingers.
I open my eyes and find him looking at me with a teasing smile. He pulls his fingers out of me and puts them in his mouth while still looking at me. My eyes widen in shock—I didn’t expect him to do that.
“You taste divine,” he says after licking every single drop from his fingers.
“Are you real? Did that just happen?” I choke out in disbelief, even though I can still feel my vagina throbbing in evidence.
“I’m real, baby,” he smirks, pecking my lips before pulling back, putting on his seatbelt, and starting the car once more.
I do the same and settle down in my seat.
As we drive through the beautiful city of Austin, I can’t help but think about how different my night has turned out. This is more than I bargained for, but I’m not complaining.
“Tell me I’m not dreaming,” I ask Zane, turning to him when we stop at a red light.
“You are wide awake, Miss Diva,” he replies, lifting my hand to his lips and kissing the back of it.
The light turns green and he drives on. Unfortunately, those are the last words I hear from Zane before our world flips upside down.
A truck appears as if pulled from thin air, a blur of metal slamming into us from Zane’s side. The impact hurls us sideways. I scream—or I think I do—but it’s lost in the chaos. The car spins once, twice, and all I can hear is the grind of metal and the high, keening noise of something breaking. Maybe the axle, maybe the sky, maybe us.
When we stop, it’s quiet. Too quiet. Except for the hiss of the engine and the tick, tick, tick of something dripping. Smoke curls up from the hood. I taste blood in my mouth, copper and bitter. Then I see him.
Zane is slumped forward, his body twisted at an angle that turns my stomach.
“Zane,” I whisper. My fingers shake as I reach for him. “Zane, hey—hey.”
He groans, barely.
His face is pale, jaw clenched against the pain, and when he turns toward me, there’s something in his eyes I’ve never seen before. Fear. Real fear.
“Ava,” he rasps, reaching out to touch me, but he’s trapped.
Just when I think it’s all over, a loud explosion turns the world around us into nothing but total darkness.
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